Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You betta tell your boy to his mouth closed,
Or he get a black tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, well)
rifle,
And i'm blastin' on so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
From Thirty away he fell, (down, oooh well)
kids like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble wit' life,
die slow.

Now casket goin', (down, down)
Tony tried to run,
I him, (down, oooh well)
Cause' I the Jakes,
Pat him take his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
Might as well his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck nigga i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I wasn't gon' die em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty wit' me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just to talk to 50.

We wanna know goin' (down, down)
Security heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I tryna' face the cops,
Heard a shots,
I seen the shell cases drop.

Told to get, (down, down)
I back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
squirtin' out his jeans,
Catch 22 I go to jail or flee the scene.

Either way goin', (down, down)
So I in the truck and went, (down, oooh well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go til' them fags get murdered.

'cause he to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he (down, oooh well)
To the station,
at the Double-U waitin'
On me to and now I gotta shake em'.

They wanna a nigga, (down, down)
We on the elevator goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So they ain't me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta watch my Range leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
to Philly so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first thing smoking the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

Had a about it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, well)
the palm trees,
everyday,
New York's my home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The throne was so I sat, (down, oooh well)
And just my biz,
Theres two sides to every story,
And I just tell it it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all went, (down, oooh well)
So stop them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio nigga you know what happened.

Me and Lloyd aint, (down, down)
Keep talkin' shit, i'll lay you, (down, well)

You ran out the backdoor nigga,
All I wanted to do was man,
To see was what.

was too fuckin' scared to come, (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you how I get, (down, oooh well)
So fuck nigga,
And it's that,
For life.